We cling to so much bullshit. Jobs that eat us alive. Relationships that rot from the inside. Beliefs that served us once but now just sit there like moldy leftovers in the back of the fridge.
You know the thing — the one you already know is dead, but you keep pumping CPR into it because you’re scared of the silence that comes after. You think keeping it on life support makes you loyal, responsible, safe.
It doesn’t. It just makes you tired.
Here’s the uncut truth: not everything deserves resurrection.
Some things are meant to be buried.
Some bridges are meant to be torched.
Some versions of you are meant to stay six feet under.
And letting go isn’t cruelty. It’s reverence.
It’s saying: “Thank you for what you were. Now get the hell out of my way.”
Stop dragging your own corpses behind you and wondering why you’re exhausted.
Stop dressing decay up as tradition.
Stop confusing survival with surviving.
If it needs to die, let it.
And then? Walk on. Lighter. Meaner. Holier. Different.
idk.